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Good day to you all my fellow Hive people. Today I wanna share with you the event that happened, which led to my dad telling me to watch my footsteps, relating it to life itself.
It was on a rainy Sunday. My dad comes back home early from work on a Sunday, at least most of the time. I was just 9 but my height was looking much more like I was 12. Because of this, many people had seen me as a much older boy of 13 or 14 years. Only my family and those who knew my age knew I was still a very young lad.
I had just entered into the compound around 8pm, and everywhere was already dark. Covered in mud because I had fallen over a dozen times, my family who were doing somethings in the compound couldn't help but laughed out loud like it was funny (at least, it wasn't to me). My dad wasn't left out of the laughing atmosphere either, as his' was the loudest. They were the one to had sent me on an errand and now that are laughing I had a bad walk down the muddy road. After dropping what I was sent to buy, I walked up to the tap to get myself properly clean.
Around 9pm after dinner, my dad told me to take a walk with him. I joyfully agreed. Of course, it was late but I could never turn down a request from my dad to take a walk. Maybe because of the things he would buy for me along the way. Or because of the jokes he would throw at me while we are talking. He allowed me walked in front of him and had to catch me anytime I was about to fall. It was dark. So, I couldn't see. And the road was muddy. My dad didn't make it any easier either because he wasn't lighting his touch. After two to three attempts to fall down and being rescued by my dad, he pulled me to the front of a closed shop and spoke softly to me.
Son, you are doing well. But in times like this when the day is dark and the ground is muddy, don't walk blindly. Follow the footsteps of others in front of you. If they fall, you have the privilege to change steps or direction. If they don't, you have the assurance to follow on their path. Same is applicable to life itself. I don't know if you will remember this but I'll say it anyways. You are on your own race in life. But you aren't the first or last to run on that track. So, study those who ran on that track before you and learn from their mistakes. There are even others behind you are learning from yours.
It had been years but I remembered this advice like it was yesterday. I could even say it was the strongest memory of my childhood advice from my dad. And applying such to life makes me feel I am not alone, even when I am on the track alone.